Giver of Time
Title: Giver of Time
Giver of time — the Maker divine
The shadows of Old, the whispers of gold
The Scripture proclaims of the Maker Alone
The Divine Hands shaped us uniquely sole
The wisdom so sweet and humble to please
A window of life, the time to meet
A work so simple, But yet untold
A child so simple, yet one of his own
The Traitors of old, who stole his own
And How He wept that he lost his own
Messengers around called out and wept
But Alas his children turned away and flee
The works of art and works of Stone
The works of nothing but plaster and mold
The works are nothing, no power in them
They have no Spirit, no life in them
O come out, come out, O my chosen one,
My laws and commands are for you alone
My Words of wisdom and Whispers of gold
Will lead you all to my kingdom of old!
I am sharing my poem earlier published in Allpoetry.com
Link: allpoetry.com/poem/15346810-Giver-of-Time — by-JesnaSajan
